Pansy raised her glass of wine in Draco's direction and saw the blonde-haired pureblood mirror Pansy's motion from across the table. They were seated in the dining room on the 5th floor of the Savoy Hotel in London. Pansy was wearing a scarlet lace dress with long ruby earrings and red pumps. It was a bolder and less subtle look than Pansy usually wore, but subtlety was the opposite of Pansy's aim here.
Draco was wearing an open-collared blue blazer over a pressed white shirt. It paired well with his blonde hair. A little too well, in fact. Someone else had probably picked that out for him. If Pansy hadn't heard through the grapevine that he had recently become engaged to Daphne Greengrass, she might have assumed that his mother Narcissa had been the one to pick it out.
"I'm impressed. When you said you wanted to get something to eat in the muggle world, I was prepared for the worst." Draco drawled, putting his glass down.
"You just have to know the right places to go," Pansy answered lightly after taking a sip of wine.
"Do you spend a lot of time out here?" Draco asked, leaning forward a little.
"You mean in the muggle world? Sometimes. It's tiresome to always have to deal with people who are afraid of me or want favors, or whatever. Muggle ignorance is easy by comparison." Pansy answered with an honest smile.
Draco nodded and seemed to take a few moments to absorb what Pansy had said. Hopefully, Draco was considering the opportunities their anonymity here provided them. It was part of the reason why Pansy had selected a muggle hotel rather than something in the wizarding world. She needed to bring him up to her room, and Draco might hesitate to do so if he thought that his fiancé might catch wind of it.
"So, how are things in Finance? I've heard that they redesigned the floor entirely after the Dark Lord took control. Marble walls, velvet carpets, serenading wood nymphs?" Pansy asked with an offhand air.
"It's hardly as luxurious as that. It doesn't quite compare with Malfoy Manor. But what am I complaining about? Working alongside those trolls in Security must be quite a travail." Draco said in a neutral tone that Pansy was fairly sure would have been disgust if he hadn't wanted to avoid offending her.
"Oh, it's not so bad. You get used to the grunting and shoving after a while." Pansy responded sarcastically.
"If I may ask, why did you choose there and not something in Finance as well?" Draco asked curiously.
"I don't know really. I just didn't think that working at a desk was quite for me. At least in Security, I get to have a little fun." Pansy answered, this time with a distinct lack of honesty.
"And it's fun working for Bellatrix?" Draco asked doubtfully.
"Not as such, no. But I promise you, it's only a matter of time before I have my own squad." Pansy said with an air of faux confidence.
"You must be working a lot then, if you're planning on moving up so quickly." Draco remarked after taking another sip of wine.
"I am. It's fairly stressful, which is why I'm in need of the occasional outlet outside of work." Pansy said leadingly, looking at Draco with interest.
"So that's what this is about?" Draco asked with an appreciative smile.
Pansy smiled back and said nothing. She raised a hand and snapped her fingers, thereby summoning the nearest muggle waiter. She dug through her crimson handbag until she had produced what muggles referred to as a "credit card". Pansy had no idea how the process worked, but the small plastic card she had received at Gringotts apparently worked in lieu of money. Muggles would do...something with it, and the bill would be paid. The particulars were unimportant so long as it worked. The waiter vanished with her card, and Pansy drained the last of the wine in her glass.
"It's early, but I think I'll head to my room. Maybe you'd like to join me?" Pansy offered, her tone leaving no doubt as what she wanted.
"Yes, I think I'd like that." Draco answered with a smug sense of self-satisfaction.
"The view here is certainly something." Draco remarked, staring out the window as Pansy poured them both another glass of wine in her room.
"Yes, it is. And it's real, unlike what's outside the windows in the Ministry." Pansy said briskly, busying herself while Draco's back was turned.
Hermione had managed to refine the essence of a Sleeping Draught to a small powder that Pansy now poured into Draco's glass. The purple shade of the Malbec that Pansy had previously selected would disguise any visual changes, and hopefully, the full-bodied wine would overpower any difference in the taste. With that accomplished, Pansy walked over to Draco and made certain to offer the right glass to him. Draco accepted it and took a drink before sitting down on the bed.
"I'm a little surprised. I'm glad I was wrong, but I had the impression before that you weren't interested in men at all." Draco said, taking another sip of wine.
"Did you?" Pansy asked vaguely as she tried to come up with an explanation for Draco's entirely correct impression.
"You broke off our engagement pretty quickly. Don't get me wrong, it was way too early for that. I don't know what our parents were thinking. But you seemed pretty cold to the idea. And you never had any boyfriends at Hogwarts that I could tell." Draco pointed out, setting his glass of wine on the end table next to the bed.
"I just didn't want to be stuck in the plan my parents had for me. Married after Hogwarts, having children, just being some rich pureblood woman who did nothing of value herself. You can understand that, right?" Pansy asked as she sat down on the bed as well.
"Sure." Draco said simply, before beginning to yawn.
"Tired? Maybe you should lie down on the bed for a bit." Pansy suggested, leaning forward to push Draco down gently by his shoulders.
"Sorry. Don't know why I'm so...so..." Draco said faintly, before closing his eyes and trailing off.
Pansy waited a few moments until she saw that Draco had indeed fallen into a deep sleep before bounding off the bed. She walked over to the wall opposite the bed and rapped on it three times in quick succession. That was the signal for Hermione (who had been waiting inside the room there) to come in. Pansy moved over to the door and opened it. Pansy glanced behind her at the bed, just to make sure that Draco hadn't moved, and by the time she turned back to face the door, Hermione had appeared. Her girlfriend was wearing a far more sensible dark blue dress than Pansy was wearing, and she was holding a flask of bubbling brown liquid that looked quite a bit like the hot fudge that the restaurant downstairs served as a dessert. Pansy rather doubted that it was going to taste anything like that, however.
"That's quite a dress." Hermione said teasingly as soon as she saw Pansy.
"Thanks. It's about as subtle as an axe, but that was the point." Pansy responded with a smile, moving aside so that Hermione could enter.
"Take it off, please. You'll probably tear it if you don't." Hermione said as she moved past Pansy and over to the table in the center of the room.
Pansy nodded and began stripping. This dress was certainly easier to remove than her usual, more elaborate ones. As Pansy pulled it off, she watched as Hermione uncapped the flask and swirled it around. Her girlfriend peered into it closely and nodded before turning around. Pansy, who was now down to her more sensibly-colored black bra and knickers, saw Hermione produce a tiny pair of scissors. Her girlfriend then walked over to where Draco Malfoy was snoozing on the bed and cut a very small lock of hair from his head. Hermione looked at Pansy for a moment and took a deep breath.
"Here goes." Hermione said shortly before dropping the hair into the potion.
Pansy had taken her bra and knickers off by now. In the time it had taken her to do that, the potion had transformed from a sludgy mud color to a muted orange, rather like the shade of a pumpkin.
"Not too bad. I was expecting worse." Hermione remarked, shaking the flask gently.
"Worse?" Pansy asked quizzically, moving over to her girlfriend.
"The taste and color change depending on the person's nature. I'm sure that Snape or Slughorn said it at some point." Hermione said in the lecturing tone she couldn't help but use sometimes.
"I might have been a little preoccupied with a copy of Witch Weekly." Pansy said ruefully, taking the potion from Hermione.
"Wait. Before you drink it..." Hermione said rather abruptly, moving closer to Pansy.
Hermione leaned forward and kissed Pansy softly. Pansy, who had been demonstrating an interest that she didn't feel for Draco Malfoy all night, felt herself responding to Hermione's kiss immediately. The fact that she was naked in front of her girlfriend made it that much stronger. Distracting ideas about what they could do on the bed beside them quickly filled Pansy's head. Unfortunately, Hermione broke off the kiss moments later.
"I just wanted to do that now. I don't think I'm going to want to do it afterward." Hermione said, smiling at Pansy.
"Do we have any spare time, love?" Pansy asked, despite her ironclad certainty that her girlfriend was going to shoot down the idea.
"What do you mean? There's...oh. We can't. As soon as you add in the final ingredient, the potion begins to degrade. It'll be useless after five minutes." Hermione said, shaking her head and sounding at least a little sympathetic.
"It's only been about a minute..." Pansy said enticingly.
"Not a chance. Drink up." Hermione said shortly, in her not-joking-at-all tone.
Pansy sighed a little too dramatically to be taken seriously as she brought up the flask. It smelled...kind of like pumpkins, actually. The taste couldn't be that bad then. Pansy took a moment to look down at her naked body, trying to appreciate its form before it would change.
"Bottoms up." Pansy said as she brought the flask to her lips.
The first bitter swallow reminded Pansy of the time in which she had ordered coffee from a waitress and had completely forgotten to tell the woman to add plenty of cream and sugar. In the past, Pansy had been so used to Hermione knowing exactly how she liked her coffee to realize that the waitress was just going to bring her something without any cream or sugar in it. That bitter taste was quite similar to what Pansy was tasting now.
Pansy drank down the last of the potion and lowered the flask slowly. There was an unsettled feeling in her stomach, but other than that, Pansy couldn't detect anything different about herself. Then the squirming sensation started to feel more like a bunch of snakes were inside her, and it quickly spread throughout Pansy's body. It wasn't painful at all, but the feeling of having her body rearrange itself from the inside out was absolutely bizarre.
Pansy felt her perspective shift as she rose almost half a foot. Hermione, who had been looking at her with wonder, now had to crane her neck up to maintain eye contact. Pansy's bobbed black hair receded into her scalp, and it was replaced by the short shiny blonde hair Pansy had been looking at through dinner. Focusing on these details kept Pansy from thinking too hard about the rest of her body, which was shifting in extremely awkward ways to her. After about a minute of her uncomfortable metamorphosis, Pansy seemed to have completed her shift. The squirming sensation she had been experiencing throughout her body had faded entirely.
"I'm not looking forward to doing that again, love." Pansy said, immediately wincing at the newfound deepness of her voice.
Hermione was determinedly not looking downward at what was now Draco Malfoy's naked body. Pansy took her cue from Hermione and refrained from looking either. Pansy turned to head over to the closet where she had stashed some men's wizarding robes earlier. As Pansy walked, she quickly noticed that her usual walk didn't exactly fit her new body. Her naturally short steps were almost comical on Malfoy's larger body, and the subtle way that Pansy generally swung her hips as she walked was not in keeping with Malfoy's wider shoulders and narrower hips. The quiet laughter coming from behind her let Pansy know that Hermione hadn't missed it either.
"That's not going to work at all." Hermione said critically, shaking her head.
"I know, love. Let me put some robes on first, then I'll practice." Pansy assured her, pulling some wizarding robes out of the closet.
It didn't take too long for Pansy to temporarily unlearn her usual way of walking. From there, she attempted to mimic the natural mannerisms Draco had shown through dinner. Things such as taking up an excessive amount of space, not having to modulate the volume of her voice as much, and speaking in the monotone that men generally used, were easy to adopt after a little practice. Pansy would have liked more time to refine her mannerisms, but the clock was ticking. Polyjuice Potion was only good for an hour after drinking it.
"Alright, love. I think I'm good to go." Pansy said, feeling less uncomfortable with having Draco Malfoy's voice coming out of her mouth than ever.
"Not quite. Hold on." Hermione said in a rush, as if she had just thought of something.
Hermione walked over to where Draco was slumbering and fished through his pockets. She produced a golden, ornate pocket watch of the type that wizarding men were often given when they came of age.
"Here, take this with you. You have about 45 minutes left. Make them count. I'll be waiting here for you to come back." Hermione said encouragingly, sitting down on the bed.
Pansy accepted the watch with a grateful nod and stowed it in her robes. She then retrieved Draco's wand from the bed. Using it would mean that her spells would be less effective, but she couldn't take the chance that someone else might notice that Malfoy was suddenly using someone else's wand. Although, considering the possibility of Splinching, Pansy was going to err on the safe side and use her own wand to Apparate to the Ministry.
Pansy crossed the Atrium as casually as she could. What seemed to her like a serious security flaw was working to her benefit here. The halfbloods that filled many of the jobs at the Ministry seemed unwilling to insist that Death Eaters like Draco Malfoy follow normal security procedures. That included even the guard post at the entrance to the Ministry, which Pansy had walked past without a backward glance.
Thankfully, the Ministry tended to empty out quickly after-hours. Most of the half-blood workers cleared out as soon as they could. It meant that Pansy only passed by a handful of people on her way to the main lifts. As soon as she entered one of them, she pressed the button to bring her to where she had never gone before: the highest level of the Ministry, and one floor above Security Services.
The Office of Finance was an incredibly important part of the system the Dark Lord had instituted. As Pansy had always been vaguely aware of, the system was deeply corrupt in favor of the purebloods that made up the core part of the Dark Lord's support. Wands were completely denied to muggleborns like Hermione, and halfbloods were similarly excluded from being officially allowed to use magic. The difference was that they had access to a black market controlled by Death Eaters where wands could be purchased at exorbitant prices, with the proceeds divided equally among the pureblood families. Pansy had always known that the excessive comfort she had grown up with was the result of unfair practices, but only recently had she realized that most of it had come from the fees drawn from halfbloods who were forced to go into heavy debt to even carry a wand.
The lift chimed and a cool female voice announced that Pansy had arrived at the top level of the Ministry. Pansy exited the lift and tried her best not to look surprised at the opulence that surrounded her. Draco had been lying when he had denied the rumors about this place. The blood-red velvet carpeting and marble walling were exactly as rumored, with only the serenading nymphs not being in evidence.
As it was after-hours, the receptionist desk was empty. Perhaps it was different during working hours, but the large room was surprisingly dark and subdued. Pansy appreciated both of these things as she walked through the Office of Finance. Searching for Draco Malfoy's desk whilst not looking like she was doing that would be a challenge, but thankfully, there were only about half a dozen people in the large, airy room. None of whom paid Pansy any attention once they saw who she appeared to be.
Pansy paused and considered that perhaps Draco had his own office. The son of Lucius Malfoy probably received special treatment. Pansy turned away from the line of desks in the center of the room and examined the doors on the walls of the room. It wouldn't be anything too large, considering Draco had only been working for a few months. Pansy drifted towards the back corner of the room where the smaller offices seemed to be. Pansy passed only a few doors until she found (to her considerable relief) what she was looking for: the office of Draco Malfoy, who was apparently the Special Assistant to the Head of Gringotts Management.
Pansy grasped the golden doorknob to Draco's office but drew her hand away quickly when the knob became warm. It wasn't painfully hot, just surprising to her. Hoping that no one had noticed her strange action, Pansy grabbed the doorknob again and this time held it firmly. The knob heated up further, but after a moment it cooled and Pansy heard a lock disengage. Unless she missed her guess, this was some kind of identification lock that had reacted to what it thought was Draco Malfoy's hand. Pansy opened the door and entered, closing it swiftly behind her.
Draco's office was quite dark. Just as Pansy was about to pull out her wand to illuminate the room, the sconces on the walls lit up, bathing the room in a gentle light. Pansy wasted no time in heading to the large desk in the center of the room. After a quick glance at Malfoy's pocket watch, she saw that she had a little less than half an hour to find information about the Ministry's stockpile of wands and get out.
The papers on Draco's desk weren't immediately helpful. They were mostly balance sheets that dealt with various transfers from Ministry accounts to different pureblood families. The Parkinson family was one of them, but Pansy passed over the papers that dealt with her family's finances. She couldn't afford to get distracted by them. Pansy had a harder time thumbing through the papers on the desk than she would have normally had as well. Draco's larger hands seemed less dextrous to her than Pansy's own smaller ones, but that might have been because she wasn't used to using them.
Below the financial forms were more interesting memos that Draco was fielding from his boss. One of the memos in particular was a directive to unseal several vaults to make room for additional wands purchased from overseas. Pansy drew a breath in as she read it. The Ministry's stockpile of wands was kept at Gringotts! It made sense, after all. Gringotts was, aside from Azkaban, possibly the most secure place in the wizarding world. But Gringotts wasn't where Pansy herself had received her wand. She had gotten it from Ollivander's shop in Diagon Alley when she was a child. That probably meant that a selection of wands was transported from Gringotts to Ollivander's whenever a pureblood child was scheduled to receive their wand. It didn't seem like the most efficient system, but pureblood families were great believers in tradition. For generations, they had gotten their wands from Ollivander's shop in Diagon Alley and they evidently wanted their children to have the same experience.
It was valuable information, but Pansy still needed to know when they were transported and how they were guarded. Pansy went through the rest of the memos quickly, trying to find some mention of it. Another memo directed Draco to request additional members of Magical Law Enforcement to be assigned to Diagon Alley next week. The memo didn't explain why, but if Draco's boss wanted it done, then it had something to do with Gringotts. Pansy filed that away in her mind and flicked through the rest of the memos, looking for any additional information that she could find. But there seemed to be nothing else that was useful.
Pansy leaned back in Draco's leather chair and began to think. His pocket watch told Pansy that she only had a few minutes remaining before she needed to get out. But the information Pansy had so far wasn't quite enough. The wands would probably be transported from Gringotts to Ollivander's sometime next week, and members of Magical Law Enforcement would be in Diagon Alley in force at that point. She had to narrow the time frame down further. Hermione's comrades in the resistance would not be impressed if Pansy came to them with a time frame of "sometime next week".
There was nothing further in the papers on Draco's desk to aid her. Pansy needed to make a logical deduction here of the kind that Hermione excelled at doing. It wasn't exactly her strength, but Pansy focused nevertheless. Was there some other way to figure it out? Pansy's theory about wands being made available at Ollivander's for pureblood children rose in her mind. If that was true, then a pureblood child was set to receive their wand next week. Pansy searched through the encyclopedic knowledge she possessed about pureblood families that had been instilled in her from an early age. Was there a family that had a 7 year old child about to receive their wand? It took Pansy a few moments to calculate the various ages of the many cousins she had, but she soon realized that yes, there was. A Selwyn boy named Oscar was about to turn 7 years old.
After putting the forms back in order, Pansy stood up. She only had 15 minutes to get out of the Ministry and couldn't afford to wait a moment longer. The information she had gotten would have to suffice. She could supplement it later by discretely figuring out the Selwyn boy's exact birthday. Pansy had received her wand on her 7th birthday and imagined that the boy would similarly demand his wand as soon as possible.
The sconces on the wall went out as she exited the office. Pansy, conscious of the limited amount of time she had left, walked out of the Office of Finance a little faster than she had walked in. Draco Malfoy's longer strides were a blessing here. It enabled Pansy to move quicker in a way that would have been conspicuous had she been using her normal body.
Pansy got to the lift and let out a breath as the doors clattered shut. She had only 10 minutes left, but that looked like it was going to be enough time. A short ride in the lift later, and Pansy was back at the Atrium on the first floor. She walked past the guard post there with as much arrogance as before, and was deeply relieved to see the halfblood security guard keep his mouth shut again. It wouldn't surprise her if this security flaw was known and ignored by the Death Eaters that could have fixed it, simply because they didn't want to be bothered by having to prove their identity every time they passed the guard post.
Pansy Apparated back into her hotel room with a loud crack. The first thing she saw was Hermione reacting with surprise at Pansy's sudden entrance. But as much as Pansy's eyes were naturally drawn to her girlfriend, she forced herself to make certain that Draco Malfoy was still asleep on the bed. He was lying on the bed in the same position he had been in for the last hour. Pansy could see the blonde hair and upturned nose that, until a few minutes ago, she had worn as features on her own face. The Polyjuice Potion that she had drunk earlier had worn off only a few minutes after Pansy had left the Ministry. She had been forced to duck into a dark alley until her detransformation had been completed.
Pansy kicked the shoes she had been wearing away from her. After she had returned to her normal body, the men's robes she had put on were now billowing around her like an oversized poncho, and the shoes were completely impossible for Pansy to walk in. After having removed the shoes, Pansy took off her robes with the simple act of drawing in her shoulders and watched them fall to the ground. This meant that she was now completely naked, but Pansy didn't mind. She was so pleased to have returned to her usual body that a little nudity was refreshing for her.
"So how did it go?" Hermione asked her from her place on the edge of the bed, admirably avoiding being distracted by Pansy's lack of clothes.
"Pretty well. I think I have enough to make your friends happy." Pansy answered brightly, looking down at her body and smiling.
"That's great. And nobody suspected anything?" Hermione asked with a touch of worry in her voice.
"Not that I could tell. It was easier than I thought it would be." Pansy assured her girlfriend, now angling her body to the side to get a better look at it.
"Is there something you're looking for?" Hermione asked once more, this time raising her eyebrows slightly.
"Nope. Just enjoying the view." Pansy said, rather flirtatiously.
Pansy's reference to "the view" naturally made Hermione look her over. She watched as her girlfriend's eyes stopped at Pansy's bare pussy. From the way Hermione began to blush, it was clear that Pansy wasn't the only one who liked what she saw. Pansy sat down at the edge of the bed next to Hermione. Although she wanted nothing more than to start kissing her girlfriend at once, making sure that Malfoy was not about to wake up was the responsible thing to do.
"How long do you think the Sleeping Draught will last, love?" Pansy asked, glancing over at Malfoy.
"For another hour at least. I made it as potent as I could." Hermione answered, looking at Malfoy before returning her gaze to Pansy.
"Good. There's just one thing we should do first." Pansy said, grabbing the corner of the sheets on the bed.
Pansy flipped the sheets so that they covered Malfoy's face. She couldn't speak for Hermione, but that simple change made her feel more relaxed. Pansy then turned her full attention back to Hermione. She leaned forward and kissed her girlfriend intently. Hermione responded by putting her hands on Pansy's waist and pulling her closer. As they began kissing more intensely, Pansy brought her hands around to the back of Hermione's sensible dress and tried to unbutton it.
It was a simple task that was made far more difficult by the way that Hermione quickly moved her hand between Pansy's legs. Pansy broke off the kiss and gasped loudly. The feeling of Hermione's fingers gently rubbing her pussy was incredible. Pansy's progress at unbuttoning Hermione's dress had come to a stop, but after taking a few moments to simply enjoy the pleasure her girlfriend was giving her, Pansy started up again.
As soon as Pansy successfully undid the first button, Hermione began rubbing her a little faster. It didn't seem like a coincidence, and as Pansy searched her girlfriend's brown eyes, she understood immediately what the game was. Every time Pansy successfully undid a button, Hermione would pick up the pace with her rubbing. By the time Pansy was halfway done, Hermione had inserted a finger into Pansy's pussy.
"This is...so...so not fair, love." Pansy said, panting in between her moans.
"I know. But if you're going to complain, then why are you moving your hips?" Hermione asked with a smile, arching an eyebrow as she kept rubbing between Pansy's legs.
It was a fair question. Pansy was indeed moving her hips so that her pussy would grind against Hermione's fingers that much harder. The truth was that Pansy didn't have much control over her body's actions at this point. A powerful orgasm was building inside her, and Pansy's pace was slowing the longer the game went on. Pansy still had a few buttons go before she bowed to the inevitable and gave up on unbuttoning Hermione's dress. Instead, Pansy embraced her girlfriend and squeezed her thighs together as tightly as she could before her impending climax.
Pansy's scorching climax swept her conscious thoughts away. All Pansy knew was that she could let herself go completely, safe as she was in her girlfriend's embrace. Time once again lost its meaning for Pansy for as long as her orgasm lasted. As she started to come down from it and regained some awareness, Pansy saw a lump on the bed out of the corner of her eye where Malfoy still slumbered. It hadn't been an hour, that was for sure.
The sound of moving fabric made Pansy return her attention to her girlfriend. Hermione had made use of her spare time by finishing Pansy's work on the back of her dress. It dropped from Hermione's shoulders, leaving her violet bra exposed. Pansy, who had been feeling quite tired a moment ago, felt her energy start to return.
"You know just how to pick me back up, love." Pansy said appreciatively.
Hermione smiled and shimmied her dress down her body. Pansy helped Hermione remove her dress completely, and afterward, her girlfriend leaned back onto the headboard of the bed. It might have been slightly uncomfortable for someone else, but Hermione's bushy hair made for a fine cushion. Pansy crawled forward until she was level with Hermione's chest. She kissed the bare skin underneath her girlfriend's bra until Hermione had unhooked it. Pansy wasted no time before beginning to suck Hermione's nipples.
Stimulating her girlfriend's nipples whilst listening to her pleasurable sighs for the rest of the night seemed like a nice idea to Pansy. But that wasn't really an option. Pansy continued to flick her tongue over Hermione's nipples until her girlfriend let it be known that she wanted more. That came a few minutes later when Pansy saw Hermione use her hands to pull down her violet knickers.
Pansy smiled and began kissing her way down Hermione's body. It briefly occurred to her that she could use her fingers on Hermione's pussy just as her girlfriend had done earlier, but it didn't hold much appeal. Pansy loved to use her tongue to stimulate the most intimate part of her girlfriend's body and had the sense that Hermione strongly preferred it that way as well. Even now, Pansy could hear Hermione's breath speed up in anticipation as Pansy's lips reached her pussy.
As much as Pansy wanted to take her time here, they didn't have all night. So instead of slowly lapping at Hermione's pussy as she usually did, Pansy immediately began to suck on her clit. Hermione let out a loud gasp as soon as she felt it. Hermione's clit was extremely sensitive, so Pansy usually treated it a little more gently, but there wasn't time for that. Plus she might have been harboring a tiny bit of resentment for the rigged game Hermione had played with her earlier.
Hermione squeezed her thighs to the point of wrapping her legs around Pansy's head. Pansy did not let up on Hermione's clit one iota, however. Her girlfriend's pleasurable cries increased as she began moving her hips unconsciously, much like Pansy had done earlier. That was how Pansy knew for certain that Hermione's climax was about to hit her. Pansy simply settled in and committed herself to providing her girlfriend with the most pleasure she possibly could.
Hermione's predictable shrieks filled the room. They made Pansy slightly nervous this time, as she had no view of Malfoy to make certain that they wouldn't somehow wake him up. But Hermione's legs were wrapped around her head tightly, and Pansy didn't know whether she could have freed herself if she tried. Pansy could only hope that the Sleeping Draught she had slipped him was as powerful as Hermione had claimed.
Eventually, more than a minute, the volume in the room lessened as Hermione's orgasm faded. Her girlfriend's (hopefully) unconscious headscissors grip slacked as well, and Pansy pushed herself up to look over at Malfoy. It seemed that Hermione knew exactly what she was talking about after all, as Malfoy continued to snooze despite everything. Pansy turned her attention back to Hermione and saw that her girlfriend had one eye open.
"You could have been a little more gentle." Hermione said, remonstrating Pansy in a tired tone.
"Sorry, love. I didn't think we had all night." Pansy said apologetically, picking up Hermione's discarded knickers and handing them to her.
"I wasn't sure about what I was going to tell Malfoy, but now I think that when I Confund him, I'll make him believe that you two had wild sex together." Hermione said in a grumpy tone, putting her bra back on.
Pansy made a face but didn't otherwise complain. She probably should have forgiven Hermione rather than engage in the petty tit-for-tat as she had done, and was going to rectify that mistake now by being as gracious as she could. Pansy gathered up all of her discarded men's wizarding robes and stuffed them inside Hermione's enchanted beaded bag. Hermione had managed to mostly dress in the time it took to do that, and both of them tidied up the room until it looked presentable.
"Alright, love. I'll need a day or two to refine the information I have. Once I've done that, you can take it to your friends. I think they'll be satisfied." Pansy said briskly, once she had put her rather scandalous scarlet dress back on.
Hermione nodded and withdrew her wand. It might have been better to have Pansy be the one to Confund Malfoy, but Pansy's penchant for reading gossip magazines, (and unbeknownst to Hermione, writing poems about her) in class made itself felt here. Pansy had never really gotten the hang of Confunding anyone. Hermione, however, had it down to a science. Pansy gave Hermione a quick kiss before pulling out her own wand.
The night had gone very well, all things considered. Maybe Pansy was better at this double agent activity than she thought. She hadn't gotten herself killed, as she had blithely assumed at the beginning of it all. Pansy rather thought that it was more luck than skill that had gotten her this far, along with generous assistance from her love, but regardless, she was still breathing at the end of the night. Pansy could only hope that it would continue to be the case.
With a deep breath and a wave goodbye to her girlfriend, Pansy Disapparated from the hotel room.
(This feels like it's going a little long for a smut centered fic, and judging from the lack of response here ((a common issue on this site, I know)) readers evidently agree. I may pick it up again sometime in the future, but for now, consider chapter 21 to be the end of this fic. Thanks for reading.)